I'm Still Sadie

Harmony

HARMONY

The first thought on my mind that morning was a real special one. It really encapsulated my inner thoughts and repressed emotions that I've been bottling up the entire time. It was, of course: fuck!

Who would've blamed me? I mean, after a certain point with all this bullshit you get sick of it. I couldn't relax, couldn't sleep, couldn't live. My list of my couldn'ts was growing longer as each day passed. Certainly if this body switching crap kept continuing, my list would grow long enough to reach the moon.

My body ached as I got out of bed and I was immediately greeted with a reflection in the mirror, which was always an adventure.

Well, this was a first.

No, in case you're wondering, the first was not that this wasn't my body. That should've been a given. Weren't you paying any attention while reading this?

The thing was that today, the girl whose body I was in was Black. And well, I had never been someone outside of my own race before. I actually pondered if this was meant to be a lesson, like my uncultured, idiotic, dumbass self would have done.

I changed my mind as soon as I studied my face in more detail. This girl was stunning; beautiful skin with no acne, and stylish coiled hair. So maybe this was a lesson, teaching me that I will never be as pretty as this girl and that I should stop trying.

I picked up a piece of her hair and let it go.

Boing. I did it again and again.

Boing, Boing, Boing, Boing, Boing.

Unfortunately, I played with her hair for much longer than I cared to admit. The only thing that got me to stop was my craving for waffles. I marched in one direction before having to turn around because the kitchen wasn't there. I felt like the husband that you always saw in sitcoms: "No, I know where I'm going Sharon! We're not stopping for directions!"

No one was in the kitchen, so I opened a package of waffles and put two in the toaster. I had no problem helping myself. It was so quiet in the house, too quiet. I almost felt suspicious but I had no idea what for. So to fill the empty space with noise, I turned on the TV in the living room.

There was no basketball on, which was a damn shame, but there was still the News. Not nearly as entertaining, but still good, right?

A blonde reporter with way too much lipstick on popped up on the screen, reporting about some accident on the freeway. I wasn't too interested ever since I was Clarke and I had my turn at driving. Luckily, a new segment began, the weather.

"If you're in the Des Moines area, I would advise you to bring an umbrella and stay off the roads this weekend," said the weatherman whose name was Newt Adler. "It's going to be a rainy couple of days, folks."

I looked back at the screen and my greatest hopes were realized. I had heard him correctly, we were in Iowa.

I was so close.

My heart raced and I had no idea what to do first. The only things I knew for certain was that I was going to see my family, and that this was probably the only chance I'd get to do it.

I sprinted around the house until I found my way back into that girl's bedroom. I threw on the first things I saw, not caring that they didn't match. Let me just say that a plaid, yellow flannel does not look good with pink skinny jeans, but that's none of my business.